Yall aren't ready for what happens next. Just saying sorry in advance. Love ya xx
49 – SJ focus
Seokjin was pacing. Namjoon was not. That was the wrong way around to what it usually was but Seokjin was too anxious to care.
"Hyung, you need to calm down," Namjoon said for about the eighth time that morning. He was just sitting down and Seokjin had absolutely no idea how he could be so blasé about the whole situation. In Seokjin's opinion, every member of their friendship group should be pacing their asses off.
"Taehyung hasn't called since last night. What if something happened?" he asked, very flustered. Namjoon just smiled. He probably thought this was cute.
"It's more likely that he would call if something was wrong," he reasoned. "If Jungkook got run over, he'd call us right away." Seokjin sat down.
"I just want to know if they're safe. I didn't like seeing my little baby so drunk. He shouldn't be like that," he sighed. Namjoon took his hand.
"Everything's going to be fine. A lot happened last night, what with that and the breakup. We'll call them when we get back, okay? Now we've gotta go to class in like 5 minutes. Hyung!" he called as Jaehyung appeared from his room. "Can you get us Starbucks? We've got class," he asked, getting up and sorting through a bunch of paper. Jaehyung stood still, trying to think of an excuse.
"I've got class as well?" he pointed out and Seokjin scoffed,
"Were you going to go to it?" he asked and Jaehyung was silent.
"What do you drink?" he asked and Seokjin smiled. They ordered and Jaehyung huffed,
"Wait, can't Jackson do this?" he tried to get out one more time. Namjoon thought,
"You know, he didn't actually come home last night." As all three of them pondered this, Seokjin's alarm went off, beeping at them to get themselves to class. Seokjin quickly kissed Namjoon goodbye and dashed across the university to his lecture hall.
Practical theatre was fun. Sometimes. Because sometimes, they actually did things: devised plays, performed monologues, staged arguments and fight scenes and physical routines. Other times, Seokjin was stuck in a lecture hall learning about those things instead of actually doing them. He had thought that practical theatre would be more, well… practical.
At least the teacher was a nutcase; spiced things up a little bit. He was the type of crazy where no one even bothered to question him. He was probably in his mid-80s and he was the most flamboyant, dynamic, insane person that Seokjin had ever seen. He spoke loudly and emphatically but about the most boring things. If Seokjin liked the subject, he might have liked the lessons. But, sadly, that can't always be the case.
After about an hour and a half of watching someone move around a stage and talking about moving around a stage, the bell rang and Seokjin sprinted. Namjoon's class finished fifteen minutes before his and Seokjin really, really wanted to talk to Taehyung as soon as possible. Knowing that he, and his boyfriend, were still in school, he was desperate to call Yoongi.
He got back in three minutes flat and sat down, trying to let himself breathe.
"You good, hyung?" Namjoon asked from the couch, not even looking up. Seokjin smiled and sat next to him, catching his breath for a second. A minute later, the door opened and Jaehyung walked in with their drinks.
"Hey. I ran into your friends at Starbucks. Jimin says he's okay and Yoongi wants to know what the hell went on last night. And they made out in the middle of Starbucks. I'm gonna go to sleep," he relayed all this in one breath, handed them the drinks and disappeared back into his room. Namjoon shrugged and sipped his drink while Seokjin processed that. He was really gonna kill Yoongi next time they met.
"Can we call Yoongi now?" he asked and Namjoon shut his book and took out his phone. He dialled the number and waited.
"Hey, hyung!" Jimin's slightly raspy voice answered. "Yoongi-hyung's in the bathroom, he'll be back in a minute."
"That's okay. How are you?" Seokjin asked.
"Better than I have been, given that I'm not unconscious. What about you guys?" he giggled. Seokjin had missed him.
"We're okay," Namjoon answered. "A lot went on last night and we need to tell you some things."
"I know. Your roommate stopped by and told us a couple of things. Hyung nearly punched him because he thought he was flirting but he didn't in the end," Jimin recounted. Seokjin smiled. Yoongi was so dead.
"Well, that's good. Now, what's this I hear about making out in the middle of Starbucks?" he prompted and Jimin stuttered,
"W-we didn't make out… we barely even kissed."
"Fine, but be careful."
"Yes, hyung. Oh! Hold on." The acoustic changed as Jimin presumably put them on speaker.
"Hey," Yoongi started but Namjoon interrupted,
"Don't you dare even try to punch Jaehyung. He's like 7 foot 6, so he will win," he warned.
"He should stay away from my boyfriend then," Yoongi hummed. Jimin laughed. "Now, come on. what the hell happened last night? From what we can tell, Hoseok broke up with Lee Seohyun and either one of Taekook got drunk." Seokjin blinked.
"Yeah. Spot on. I'd recommend calling Hoseok for the detail because, my God, it sounded messy. As for Jungkook…" Seokjin dissolved into worry again so Namjoon took over for him. Best boyfriend.
"We don't know the exact details of that one. We went to Rapture to get Hoseok drunk because break-ups- "
"Nothing good ever happens in Rapture," Yoongi interrupted bluntly. Seokjin was inclined to agree.
"We didn't even get in before Jungkook came barrelling out of the place drunk off his head," Namjoon continued.
"Oh my God…" Jimin mumbled.
"We called Taehyung to take him home and we haven't heard anything from them since. We were actually wondering if Jimin could go and check up on them? Just to see if they're actually in school or not," Namjoon asked.
"I wouldn't have to actually go into school though, right?" Jimin asked, apprehensive.
"Of course not," Seokjin assured him. "Just go and check if they're in school and then go home and get some rest, goddammit. You've missed loads of school and you need to get better as quickly as possible," Seokjin told him and Jimin giggled.
"Okay, hyung. Their lunch break starts soon so I should probably go now," he said.
"I'll walk you," Yoongi offered. Seokjin scoffed,
"Yoongi, get to class, you maniac."
"Would you rather me leave poorly little Jiminie all by himself?" Seokjin paused.
"Get him there safely, take him back home and then get to class," he clarified. Yoongi laughed.
"That's what I thought. We'll talk soon, okay? Bye!"
"Bye!"
"See you!"
"Stay safe!" Seokjin hung up and sighed. Pleased that that was mostly resolved, he sat back and turned to Namjoon. "Evening plans?" he asked, knowing full well that the answer was homework. Maybe they could squeeze in a tiny date, over dinner perhaps? Seokjin scolded himself for getting overexcited and decided to listen to the answer.
"English," Namjoon sighed with a frown. "We have to learn and recall the subjunctive and it's absolutely impossible. It makes almost no sense." Seokjin tilted his head, wondering how he could help.
"Almost no sense is better than no sense at all. You could try teaching it to me?" he offered. "They say that if you teach something, then you really understand it." Namjoon seemed to realise that Seokjin's ulterior motive was to spend time with him, but smiled and nodded anyway.
"Sounds good. I need to actually learn it first, though. And finish my drink," he replied, sipping at his remaining coffee. Seokjin frowned at his empty cup.
"I need to go pick up a few supplies anyway. You can be my teacher when I get back," he grinned, kissing Namjoon on the cheek. He checked he had his wallet and heard a cheery,
"See ya, hyung!" from Namjoon before disappearing out the door.
It was cold outside and Seokjin dug his hands into his pockets to stop the air biting at his skin as he walked quickly to the store. As he walked along the street, he heard a familiar giggle that instinctively made him smile. Sure, he had last heard it a few minutes ago, but he looked around everywhere to see where it was coming from. He had forgotten their route would take them past this way
He spotted a flash of a red coat from across the road and immediately jogged over to surprise them. Again, they had just talked, but they still hadn't seen each other in so long. They looked happy.
Seokjin was hit by a solid wall of pain and blacked out before he knew what was happening.